-𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷;
work had never been easy.
it’s late in the afternoon, and sunggyu got the call earlier that morning about shooting tonight; he felt his stomach drop -- and canceled plans to meet with his mother. he couldn’t decline a job, not in this industry, not when if you decline -- you lose it all. and sunggyu needed it, he needed the cash; the easy money. all he had to do was… well all he had to do was have sex.
in front of about fifteen people.(not forgetting the thousands that watch online)
kim sunggyu didn’t dream of being a porn star, and definitely didn’t expect to be one at the age of 27. but for the past five years or so he’d been taking it up the ass for cash to pay for his college tuition and then for rent, and then for his mothers mortgage. it was as though he had never ending bills to pay, so it wasn’t like he was going to quit his job anytime soon.
a sigh left sunggyu’s lips as he made his way to where they’d be shooting; some hotel. now, sunggyu wasn’t a cheap porn star. he was the kind to get his own special ‘dvd’s and usually he could choose who he filmed with. today though the director urged him to take on a rookie, to show him the ropes. and sunggyu just went with it, because well why not? he remembers what it was like; to be young and inexperienced. he wished the first couple people he stared with were nice.
so he’d be nice to this kid.
the train ride took about fifteen minutes and sunggyu found himself at the nice hotel sooner than he hoped. he saw his manager at the front entrance waiting, and he waved lazily as he approached.
“evening sunggyu,” the older man said, giving sunggyu a fond smile; sunggyu let otu a grunt.
“yeah, yeah.”
a chuckle sounded out and sunggyu followed his manager inside the hotel and to the elevator.
“so what’s the theme tonight?” he asked, leaning against the railing. his manager hummed softly, before crossing his arms. “you’re going to love this one.”
sunggyu felt his lips turn into a frown, “how bad?”
“you’re a lead singer and the other guy is your dummer. band sex; you know -- tight leather pants, fake piercings… i think it's because of your red hair.” “great, god those fake piercings are a bitch to put on.”
“also, you might have to sing a bit.”’ “leave it to the director to exploit my passions.” sunggyu groaned, before the elevator dinged. his manager laughed a bit before ruffling sunggyu's hair, “come on, i heard the rookie isn’t so bad looking so you’re in luck.”
“fan-fucking-tastic.”